Who Needs Boys?

Title: Who Needs Boys?

Rating: NC-17 for explicit f/f sex.

Pairing: Rogue/Mystique, slight reference to Rogue/Bobby and Magneto/Pyro

Fandom: X-men movieverse, post X2.

Disclaimer: All the characters here belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. I own nothing but this story idea.

Summary: Mystique “comforts” Rogue after she has been dumped by Bobby, and things develop from there...

A/N: Alright, this is my first ever femslash fic. I really have no experience, since all my previous writings have been either het or m/m slash. So if this sucks, let me know and I won’t waste any more archive space with this crap. Btw, my first X2 fic too:) Might contain some spoilers.

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Rogue was sitting on a bench in the garden of the Xavier-institute. She was alone. She wondered why, really. Despite her power, she had quite a few friends here at the mansion, and a boyfriend, if one could call Bobby her boyfriend, will say.
They could never touch, nor would they probably ever be able to. Sure, they could hold hands and stuff like that when she had her gloves on, but that was not the same thing as really *touching*. Sex was out of the question, of course, since they couldn’t even kiss.
Bobby had tried a few times, though, but the results were always the same.
“You won’t hurt me,” he always tried, but at the end, she always recoiled and didn’t allow him any access.
“Ah’m sorry, Bobby”, Rogue said in her soft, southern voice. “It’s not you, it’s me... I hope you can understand. Ah couldn’t live with myself if anything would happen to you...because of...this.”
He always claimed it was okay, that holding hands was enough, but that wasn’t true, and they both knew it. She believed that he really was in love with her, or at least he cared about her very much, but... there were just too many “buts”.
The final proof had come yesterday evening. They were supposed to go to see a movie together, but Bobby had told her that he had a headache and wanted to stay home. She had believed him, figured that maybe he missed John now when he was no longer with them, off somewhere with Magneto; God knows where.
John and Bobby had been close, in fact miles closer than she and Bobby would ever be.
Then she had seen him leave with another girl who was a slight acquaintance to them both. They had been laughing, and holding hands, not needing any gloves and Bobby had looked happy. Now he didn’t need to pretend anymore.
She had let them leave without confronting Bobby then and there. Instead she had gone back to her room, crying bitterly over something that had been lost already a long time ago, although not realized until now.
That was the final proof. Now it was over.
Now it was the morning after, and she had still not seen Bobby or talked to him. She had no idea what to say to him next time they met. “Hey, Ah’m sorry this didn’t work out, let’s still be friend, okay?” Anything like that?
She sighed.
The air outside was warm and moist, but still Rogue’s entire body was covered with cloth, and she ever wore a hooded cape. She hadn’t done that in a long time now, but today she somehow felt an urge to conceal her face.
She could see some of the other kids playing basketball on the courtyard. She could never join that kind of games, since that meant close contact, and she couldn’t afford that, even when she was covered in cloth from head to toe. Accidents might happen. Besides her clothes weren’t meant for outdoor sports. It was bad enough sitting still clad in a cape like this.
Rogue was sweating all over by now. Her hands were sweating the most. And not just sweating, but *itching*. She assumed she could take her gloves off for a moment, if she wanted to, but still... They had become like a second skin, and she felt somehow... naked without them.
Suddenly someone came and sat down next to her. Rogue flinched. She had not heard – or seen – the person approach. Slowly she turned her head to look at the person in question.
It was a tall, slim, fair-haired woman, perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties, wearing a short summer dress, exposing her tanned, supple thighs and calves. Rogue had never seen her before in her life. Too old to be a student, she instantly noted.
“Hi,” the foreign lady said with a friendly smile and crossed her long, elegant legs gracefully.
“Hi...” Rogue replied hesitantly, not sure what to do or say.
What was that woman really doing here? Couldn’t she see Rogue wanted to be alone? And who *was* she, by the way? And how had she gotten here?
“Are you lonely, sweetheart?” the woman asked softly.
“Who are you, and why are you here?” Rogue asked suspiciously.
The woman didn’t answer out loud, but in reply her blue eyes suddenly flashed yellow – in a very familiar way.
“Mystique!” Rogue exclaimed and winced reflexively.
“Yes,” Mystique answered. “But don’t be afraid, my dear. I’m not here to hurt you.”
“No? Does the professor know you’re here?”
“No, he doesn’t. No one does,” Mystique said quietly. “But it doesn’t matter, since I’m not here for them, anyway.”
Rogue had relaxed a bit now, and although she was still tensed, she didn’t flinch anymore when Mystique moved closer to her.
“Then why are you here?” she asked. “Is John with you?”
Mystique shook her head. “But don’t worry about him,” she assured Rogue. “Erik is taking very good care of him. I can give him your regards, if you wish.”
“Sure. Does he ever talk about us?” Rogue asked.
“It happens”, Mystique said with a shrug. “Why are you alone out here, Marie? Where is your boyfriend? I thought you two were an item.”
Rogue sighed angrily. “Not anymore...” she muttered. “But it doesnatteatter, Ah’m better off without him, anyway.”
A frown grew upon Mystique’s beautiful face. “I know... boys,” she said. “They’re assholes. We’re better off without them, aren’t we?”
“Maybe, but Ah hardly believe you’re in the same league as Ah,” Rogue said. “Ah mean, you can be anyone. Ah’m forever stuck in this untouchable prison of a body, and Ah ain’t getting out. Ever.”
“Being me isn’t as easy as you think,” Mystique countered. “Don’t you see? Do you know what it’s like to be able to be anyone, when all I want to be is myself? And... when I can’t. I know this looks good...” She gestured at her current form. “...but it isn’t me. Not the *real* me.”
Mystique suddenly morphed into her true form, a blue, naked woman, with blood-red hair and yellow eyes. Rogue gasped for breath.
“Someone might see you!” she hissed. “Turn back!”
“Why should I?” Mystique said defiantly. “Should I be ashamed of who I really am? Besides I haven’t gotten what I came for.”
“And what is that?” Rogue asked.
Mystique smiled. Her teeth looked unusually white in her solid blue face. A beautiful face, really, when one got used to the colour, Rogue thought.
She reached out for Rogue’s hand and caught it before the younger woman could pull away.
“What are you doin’?” Rogue hissed in terror. “Lemme go!”
Rogue’s terror grew when Mystique, slowly but relentlessly, started to pull off her glove.
“Stop it! No!”
“I won’t hurt you,” Mystique said and gently seized the young woman’s hand when she tried to pull it away. “Look”. She snatched the glove away and exposed Rogue’s bare skin to the warm summer air. Then she slowly took her sweaty, warm red hand in her own, blue one, and let their skins brush.
Mystique was still firmly holding her wrist, so Rogue could not recoil, but simply had to wait for the power transfer to begin. Why is she doing this? she thought when she felt Mystique’s cool skin against her own. She could die, couldn’t she?
Rogue had pinched her eyes shut, and only after a while, after waiting for the energy to fill her body, she realized nothing happened.
Her eyes fluttered open. Mystique was indeed still holding her hand, bare and exposed, but there was no power transfer. How could it be?
“See?” Mystique said encouragingly when she saw Rogue’s stunned expression. “You might not be so untouchable after all.”
“Ah can touch you?” Her reaction was immediate and very strong. Finally someone she could touch without killing her in the process!
Rogue almost frantically pulled her other glove off and then placed her hand on Mystique’s shoulder. Nothing happened now either. All she felt was cool skin against warm skin. And scales. Mystique, in her true form, was not only blue, but scaly too.
“How can it be possible?” she wondered. “Why you?”
Mystique smiled again. “You aren’t *really* touching my skin,” she explained. “With my power, I can create a small film of molecules that covers my *real* skin, and prevents you from getting to it. But it feels like it isn’t there, right? I tried to make it as fine as possible.”
“But... do you mean it isn’t real?”
“Of course it is real. You can feel me, right?”
Mystique suddenly raised her hand and rested it on Rogue’s cheek. The girl’s skin was warm up here too, probably because she wore too much clothing. “I’ve always liked your white streak,” she whispered, and with that, she leaned forward for a kiss.
To begin with Rogue’s touch was tentative and uncertain. This was her first kiss ever, and she was sharing it with Mystique. She could hardly believe it. So many lonely nights she had dreamed and fantasized about being able to control her power, and what she would do if that were possible. She had touched herself and pretended it was someone else, first Logan, and then Bobby, although *anyone* except herself had been fine.
Mystique parted Rogue’s lips with her tongue and pushed it inside the young woman’s mouth. She tasted of mint. Gently she licked her teeth and sucked on her tongue as her hands passed further down and cupped Rogue’s breasts through the layers of cloth. They felt small but firm. Very nice.
And the southern belle didn’t seem to mind her touch.
Finally Mystique pulled away so she could look into the girl’s eyes.
“Have you ever... made love?” she asked in a whisper.
Rogue shook her head almost imperceptibly. No, of course she hadn’t. That was obvious enough. She was just embarrassing the girl by asking questions like that.
“Would you like to?”
Rogue’s voice was barely a whisper. “Yes...”
“Come on, then.”
Mystique stood up and pulled Rogue to her feet. The girl was a lot shorter than she was, she noticed, even though she wore shoes with heels and Mystique was barefoot. She believed it was quite safe for her to move around here in her true form, since this part of the garden had a lot of trees and bushes and other vegetation that concealed them well. She could still hear the shouting and the noises that the basketball-playing teens made, though.
Very well. If she heard someone approaching, she could just morph into someone else.
Mystique led Rogue to a secluded little corner, safely surrounded by trees and bushes of some kind, and made sure that no one was watching. Then she kissed her again.
Rogue was more self-confident now, and her kisses became more secure. She really wanted this. God, she wanted this so badly! Just being able to touch, to be near another, living human, was almost driving her over the edge. Frantically she began to tear at her clothes to get rid of them as soon as possible.
Mystique smiled at her frenzy, and started to help her undo the buttons of her cape. Underneath it, Rogue was wearing a long-sleeved blouse and blue jeans. She spread out the cape, like a blanket onto the grass, and sat down there, continuing to undress herself.
“Easy, my dear,” Mystique said. “We have plenty of time. You’re in no hurry, are you?”
“No. I just...”
“Let me help you then.”
Mystique cupped Rogue’s breasts in her hands and felt her nipples stiffen through the cloth. Her blouse was half-unbuttoned now, and Mystique slid her hand inside it, and could feel Rogue’s bra. “Nice...” she murmured and continued unbuttoning the blouse. When that was done, she let it slide over the girl’s shoulders, leaving her dressed only in her bra and panties.
Clothes were never an issue for her, of course, since she was always naked in her true shape. She didn’t know if Rogue preferred her like this, but at least she hoped she didn’t have to change *too* much. Sometimes, if she was changed during a sexual act, she could lose control over her power and slip back into her true form.
Rogue kissed her would-be lover again and put her arms around her slim, blue frame, just to t her her. Mystique unhooked Rogue’s bra and threw it onto the grass next to the cape. The girl had firm, pointy breasts, and large, brown nipples, already stiff with excitement, and Mystique couldn’t help going down and take one of them into her mouth and suckle it gently, drawing a long, lust-filled moan from Rogue.
They fell down on the cape, with Mystique on top, and rubbed their aroused bodies together, as they groaned with excitement. Mystique gave Rogue’s other nipple as much attention as the one she had already had in her mouth, and simultaneously passed her hands down, to finally reach the waistband of Rogue’s panties.
Her blue, long-fingered hand slowly slid inside them, first brushing the young woman’s soft pubic hair, and then continued down to her wet, throbbing cleft, slick with juices.
“Oh, God!” Rogue gasped when Mystique’s fingers found her clit and rubbed it gently. “More, please---oh, oh...”
Mystique continued by pulling her panties down, and the off. Rogue had a soft, auburn tuft between her legs, just above her labia, and swollen, pink folds. Her breathing had become ragged and she looked up at Mystique with pleading eyes, clearly begging for more.
“I’m not done yet, darling,” the shape-shifter said spread Rogue’s legs apart. “Tell me who you’d like me to be, hon?” she asked as she stroked the girl’s slick sex.
“I suppose you can’t take me as a man?” Rogue asked quietly, already guessing the answer.
“No, sorry, hon, not that,” Mystique replied. “Although I can look like a man, anatomically, I don’t have a man’s functions, like the ability to get an erection. My changes are merely cosmetic. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright,” Rogue assured her. “Ah’m pretty tired of men anyway. You can just be yourself.”
“You sure?”
“Ah’m sure.”
“Okay.”
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“That’s something I haven’t been told often in my true shape,” Mystique said seriously.
“It’s true.”
“Just relax. This won’t hurt.”
Mystique lowered her head and planted a series of wet kisses on Rogue’s flat stomach, before she proceeded downward, to her final target. Rogue gasped when she felt Mystique tonguing on her clit, and buried her hands in the other woman’s hair, pulling almost brutally.
Mystique lapped at her lover’s sensitive swollen nub, not quite bringing her off yet, merely teasing. After some time she slowly brought her fingers to Rogue’s opening, gently sliding her index finger in, mindful that the girl was a virgin, and that a too hasty motion might cause pain.
She could feel her hymen, not sure whether to try going past it or breaking it.
I’ll ease her way with my tongue first, she decided, and moved her tongue from the girl’s clit to her untouched vagina, plunging it inside the salty hole, licking it softly as she stroked Rogue’s thighs with her hands.
“Please... go deeper...” she begged Mystique as the other woman pleasured her with her tongue, but Rogue wanted more, she wanted to feel something inside herself, even if it was just fingers.
Mystique looked up. “It might hurt, hon,” she warned.
“Ah don’t care! Do it!”
Mystique complied. She rose to her knees between Rogue’s splayed legs, and then leaned over her, propped on her elbows, being able to look into Rogue’s face.
“I’m sorry I can’t fuck you,” she said.
“Yeah, well... use what you’ve got, then.”
Mystique herself was wet too, and felt a strong urge to straddle Rogue’s pelvis and rub their crotches together, but that had to wait. Now she had to bring the girl off, no matter what it took.
“Alright,” she said casually and slid her right hand’s index finger and middle finger into the girl’s virgin passage.
Rogue cringed at the sudden pain when her hymen was broken and gave out a small cry. She had no idea if a penis would have hurt more or less, but anyhow, Mystique’s fingers had done their job, and removed the proof of her virginity.
Mystique kept her fingers still for a moment after noticing Rogue’s pained expression, but when she thought the pain had faded, she carefully started moving them again, stimulating Rogue and giving her pleasure.
She kissed the girl’s wet mouth while she fucked her with her fingers, and suddenly felt her vaginal muscles contracting, proving that she had climaxed.
“Alright, that was it,” she said and rolled of off Rogue, pulling her fingers out. There were small stains of blood on them, she noticed almost instantly. Not much, but still.
Rogue lay panting on the cape, staring up at the blue, cloudless sky while the feeling of the orgasm subsided. Mystique lay beside her, also quiet. Rogue wondered what she was thinking. And what would happen if someone found them here.
At last Mystique rolled to her side and put her arm across Rogue’s chest. She smiled.
“Did you like it?”
Rogue nodded. “Yeah, it was great.”
“Mind returning the favour?”
Suddenly Rogue felt uncertain again. “Ah’m not sure how to do it,” she confessed.
“Don’t worry, little girl, it really isn’t that hard, I promise. You can just touch me, if you want. You don’t have to use your mouth.”
Mystique lay down on her back and spread her legs as an invitation. Rogue took a good look at her before she did anything. Despite her colour, Mystique was no different from any other woman. Well, everything about her was blue, and she had scales here and there, but anatomically, she was the same. One difference was that she had no pubic hair, only scales where the hair should have been, but her pussy was the same, basically.
Her skin folds were also blue, instead of the normal pink.
Rogue placed her hand between Mystique’s legs and slid her fingers inside her cleft, just as Mystique had done to her. She tentatively ran her thumb across here clit, and drew out a moan from Mystique, continuing down to her opening.
“I’m no virgin, there is no need to be gentle,” Mystique said, encouraging Rogue to go deeper.
“You sure?”
“Hell yeah, just go for it!”
Rogue lay down next to her, half-leaning over her, as she worked her fingers in and out of the older woman, licking and suckling at her blue nipples at the same time.
Mystique’s hand got egledgled in Rogue’s hair and she stroked the young woman’s scalp, massaging it with her fingertips. The girl might not be an expert, but she was damn good for being a novice. A little more practice, and... She also couldn’t help thinking what Rogue could do with her mouth, if only she got willing to use it. At least it felt wonderful on her erect nipples.
Mystique tried to keep her screams down when she came, not wanting to draw attention to them. Her orgasm agitated her entire body and made her heart take a leap.
She had been with many men, but many of them – or most of them actually – had been too self-centered to bother about her orgasm, leaving her unfulfilled as soon as they had satisfied themselves, so eventually she had turned to women instead.
Not all her female lovers were experts, but she had enjoyed Rogue immensely. The girl really had some serious potential, so to speak. For a split second Mystique thought about trying to get Rogue to come with her, but then she dismissed the thought. Xavier would become furious, like Wolverine, and she didn’t want to cause Magneto any more trouble because of this girl.
The thought was tempting, but no.
“Are you okay?” Rogue asked suddenly.
“Yeah, hon, I am. I was just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About this. Are you going to tell anyone what we did?”
“Why should Ah? Ah don’t think they wanna know, actually.”
“Maybe not...”
“Do you have to go now?”
“I’m afraid so,” Mystique said. “Erik must wonder where I am.”
“He doesn’t know you’re here?”
“No.”
“Would he allow you to come here?”
“I think so. But I didn’t tell him. He’d believe I’m weird.”
“Are you sleeping with him?” Rogue asked out of curiosity.
“With Erik?” Mystique chuckled. “Well, I do, but Erik and I don’t exactly have the same preferences. He always wants me to be a man, ya know, often your professor. Sleeping with him doesn’t exactly give me any pleasure, since I can’t be a man inside.”
“John isn’t sleeping with him, is he?” Rogue asked.
“Not yet.”
“You think he will?”
“He might. I didn’t either, in the beginning, but it grows on you. If Erik wants him, he probably will. Either way, it’s not for me to decide.”
“He won’t hurt John, right?”
“No, of course not. Erik cares about him.”
“Tell him Ah said hi,” Rogue said.
“I’ll tell him that,” Mystique promised and suddenly sat up. “Hey, I got to go now. You’d probably go too. They might wonder where you are.”
Rogue also got to her feet, and started to gather her scattered pieces of clothing from the ground.
Mystique helped her get dressed, and then morphed ithe the lanky blonde in the short summer dress again, the same shape which she arrived in. It was what she called her “Grace”.
“I can come back, hon,” she told Rogue while they stood opposite each other, ready to part.
“Will you?” Rogue asked with a slightly surprised expression, but nevertheless, she sounded hopeful.
“Sure,” Mystique said. “And next time, I can bring a dildo. You might want toerieerience the feeling of a cock inside you.”
Rogue laughed at the suggestion. “Yeah, why not?” she mused.
“Okay. I gotta go now. Bye, hon.”
Mystique bent down and kissed Rogue’s lips before she sauntered off and disappeared among the trees.
Rogue stayed long after she had gone, not really wanting to go back to the mansion, although it surely was lunchtime already.
Who needs boys? she thought. I’ve found all I ever need.

The End.